Poetry and Writes

Ivory (POEM)

Rising sun and breaking dawn
A scribbling hand
Furious in the September dark

In worlds where feelings numb
To inconsistent ivory
The color of our planet

The tone of our planet
Greed and prices and politics
Where animals drop to their knees,

Their crumpled gray heads
Bowing to our demands,
Their tusks of crescent slivers

Dragging in the grass,
Splintering and splintering
Broken but good enough to sell.

Yes, greed and prices and politics
Dictating the pain of the others
With feelings hard as bone.

It is all dulled to the finest ivory
Polished and glossed and
Settled in velvet cases

That flocks sweep in to see
But never to touch, as if they are shining
Crosses, not priceless heirlooms stolen.

More greed, more prices, more politics,
Shaped to forms of petals and raindrops
Thrown to peacocks on the red carpet

Fitted to the bosoms of
Privileged women
With satin skin of white.

NOTE: I dedicated this to @elfoxwood because she gave me great constructive criticism on how to make this poem better, and now I am actually kind of proud of this. So this is a lesson to my followers--I love constructive criticism! If you would like to give it, I would like to receive it! Giving advice is never a bad thing if it's done in a friendly manner.

--KingfisherBirdLady